In Memory Of A People With A Land


by Soraya Boyd
A wailing poignancy tearing at the very heart of a much troubled core
Drenched in a blood soaked landscape incessantly scarred by murderous lore
Powerfully bearing witness to insatiably violent gratuitous gore
No-where to escape from the invasive putrid sore
No-thing but wrought brutality and slaughter oozing from every pore
The weighted thundering silent haste of marching troops
Trampling savage echoes of sordid homicidal boots
Oblivious to the maddening wanton trail let fly indiscriminate shoots
Confining the grief-stricken captive air in deathly coops
Whilst uprooted ancient olive trees deeply weep for their severed roots
High up above skies infinite presaging coloured azure tones
Speedily bring forth unrelenting buzzing of deadly drones
From the depth of dread incomprehensible an innocent affrighted babe soundlessly groans
While the sanguined entrails of the land itself emit heart wrenching moans
A bereft generational repository mournfully binds together blood, tears and broken bones
A Palestinian elderly woman collects olives from broken olive tree branches in the village of Qusra, northern West Bank, Tuesday, Oct. 9, 2012. (AP Photo/Nasser Ishtayeh)

Soraya Boyd is Founder and CEO of Facilitate Global. She can be contacted at [email protected]

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